So there I was, 10pm on the bus back from town. Lousy day, under the weather and late. I guess I was looking pretty miserable

In fact, everyone on the bus was looking miserable.

Then a group of teenage girls got on. As the rest of them went up to the top deck, one of them – clean-cut pretty, long brown hair, Moseley clothes – turned around and exclaimed:

“God! The people on the bus look so miserable. It depresses me!”
“Guys! You give England a bad name. You don’t want people to think the English are miserable?
“Come on, be patriotic. Give us a smile. Do it for England!”

And, well… most of us did.